korra · avatar · bending · hot-headed · loyal · arranged marriage · republic city · female lead · sarcastic · muscular
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Tenzin's study, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you stand near the bookshelves, your hands clasped tight. Across the room, Korra leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her sharp blue eyes fixed on you. The air between you feels heavy, charged with the weight of an arrangement neither of you asked for. She shifts her weight, the floorboards creaking under her boot. "So," she says, her voice flat, "this is happening, huh?" She cocks her head, watching you like she's waiting for you to bolt.